Short Dawdles Poems

summer sleeping sun
wind dawdles over brown grass
cat dreams ignoring...

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reverie dawdles
                                           cascading down fount of life
                                irrigate Spring's grace



March 6, 2018...

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grabs a hat from the hatstand 
fraught, he warps the midday sun
no apricating mellow touch
in haste, too early a venture
while camouflaged conspirators
beckon to no end, lest he dawdles 
through waxing moonlit gossamer 
and warms the trees of dusk

...

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m o n d a y



It’s a slow
part of Monday
the bone
other days discard

But for Monday
it’s what you have

Times takes
extra breaks
on Mondays

it dawdles
in the hall
takes the stairs

no sense
of urgency, 
Monday

the day is arrogant
Mondays do not care
unlike Wednesday
which can be
sympathetic

Under the right
conditions

Monday
is a Nazi
and we’re
all Jews...

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Dedicated to a Nun that was raped by a Hindu gang in Orrisa in India.

Bondage dawdles but dauntless rambler.
Glimmers as goblin a goblet gambler.
A heartburn glory chalks a chandelier.
A granite lineage outdistanced gondolier.

Responsive restitution a splitter sponger,
Guttural estuary grumbles bounded cavalier.
A bony strangled receptacle receiver,
Keynote bolted storm violate believer....

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In the taverna, he sits, incognito--- 
(he’s just 16) among them, the men of the past 
and dawdles over a bottle of beer, where he’s 
waiting for the night to rest. He stares 
at his watch: quarter past ten. Ahh, 
more hours, for him, to wait.  Till how long 
the bottle will last, half-empty now, until 
he can see the night in full, naked before his eyes?

His youth is like a blazing fire, ready for action 
and in his wildest dream, he claims the night....

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